Vampires At Night IC

-The crunching of gravel could be heard from a distance and the uneven breathing of a young girl. Saphire ran as hard as she could knowing her weapon at this point would do her no good. Her shoes had broken some time ago and she had kicked them off knowing that the damage to her feet would not last long. Her long white dressed showed in the moonlight as it billowed behind her. Dark spots were across it. From a strangers perspective it might be considered A design that was a part of the dress. But Saphire could taste the smell in her throat and knew that the liquid that stained her dress was still wet. Blood.
It was indeed her own and her wounds had stopped bleeding already although the marks had not yet fully disappeared. She was of royal blood and could defend herself very well but there where still people extremely more powerful then her. It just so happened that one had caught her scent and now wanted her dead. She skidded into a nearby ally and quickly hit against the wall. Whoever was following her soundlessly walked down the ally. Saphire pressed herself against the wall harder and her breathing stopped. She felt whatever the presence was pass her and she sighed with relief.
She quickly left the ally and walked at a very fast pace into a nearby town. Whoever had been following her she wanted to make sure could not track her. She was deep in thought and twirling her long Violet hair as her Sapphire eyes swept over her surroundings. Rats cowered into the pipes as she past and the stench was not welcoming. She held her sides close as a few stares passed over her and she found a spot alone in what appeared to be a park of some sort. She sat at a withering bench that creaked loudly and sat down. She was to tired to care if anyone saw her like this and she no longer had the will to put up a fight at this current moment. She sighed heavily and looked up at the stars. Her instincts told her it was not far from midnight.-

Nero could allready smell the blood that was nearby. he sighed deedply and pressed on, the smell growing stronger as he moved through the streets untill he reached the park. now, by this time the smell of blood had grown unbearable for Nero, and he began to grow curious. following the scent, he glanced up at the stars and smiled, knowing that he had plenty of time, allthough, he didn't care much more. Nero paused for a second, his golden eyes scanning the park as he set eyes on Saphire. he could allready see that she had been injured and his eyes clouded over with concern for the girl as he slowly approached her, his jet black hair covering his left eye. he seemed compleatly human, other than the eyes that shone unnaturaly.

OOC ~ This is the first time I have role played on this site so let me know if I get it wrong

BIC ~ Vanessa took her time wandering the streets, carefully dividing up each scent around her and trying to find the prey that appealed to her the most. She was only very picky on nights such as these, she had already feasted on one homeless man and a rather scrawny woman hurrying home as Vanessa had assumed, now she was after something a little more challenging. She caught her reflection in a shimmering puddle below her and paused to admire the reflection. Deep red hair, fair even skin, dark green eyes and delicate hands with fingers so long and thin they looked fragile. Her long, dark, sleeveless and low-cut dress would make her look like she was trying to sell herself if the fabric wasn't so expensive looking. Her head whipped in an easterly direction as she finally found the scent she was after, so rich, so moist in flavour it made her mouth water and her eyes flare with red. It had to be royal blood. She sprang around the corner and darted in the direction of the park only to find another scent. She stopped beside a tree and placed one graceful had upon it as she peered out at the scene. A girl in a white dress was sitting on a bench and approaching her was Nero. Vanessa relaxed and leaned into the tree as she let her lips form a small grin. As rich and lovely as the blood was to her scenes, she also knew she wouldn't be able to beat Nero if it came to a fight. She didn't desire fighting him in any case, he amused her and he was one of the only other of their kind that she didn't mind being around. Although she didn't like him all that much, it was more than the hate she felt for everyone else.

Nero paused, another scent filling the air around him. He looked around, more curious than anything else, to work out what he was able to smell. One of his kind? Most probably, but he had to be sure. he'd already worked out that the other was royal blooded, meaning he could relax, but the other... the other seemed to catch his attention more, even though he was still surrounded by the familiar and tempting, coppery smell of blood. His golden eyes studied his surrounding, in an attempt to locate the other person. He suddenly realised, that the other, was also one of his own, but he was unsure about her as his eyes settled on the tree that the other was behind, slowly changing his track to move over to her.

A raving homeless man came barreling out of a back alley. Screaming, "THE HOUNDS!! THE HOUNDS!! HELP ME!! THE HOUNDS OF HELL ARE AMONG US!!" He slipped and fell; scrabbling to his feet and groping like a blind man, his grubby hands found their grip on the suit of a man who had been hailing a taxi. With the strong stench of alcohol on his breath, and a brown paper sack in his hand it was obvious to any onlooker what the problem really was. The man in the suit punched the apparently delirious vagrant square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. After a few well placed kicks the mans taxi arrived and he left, leaving the bum dazed but alive. His eyes were glazed with fear and even through his disheveled appearance it was obvious he had soiled himself.

He struggled to his feet, every breath seemed labored. Pushing through the pain and driven by a maddening fear he ran blindly across traffic and into a maze of alleys. At every turn he saw a dark shape, and the shadows seemed to reach out for him. Ever on the edge of his vision, darting from shadow to shadow, was a massive black wolf. Every fiber of the man's being screamed that no animal could be that fast, yet he ran on. Some how he never let go of his drink, though in his flight its remaining contents had long ago spilled onto the ground. He could hear low howling that came from all around him- there were more of the beasts upon his trail.

The homeless man rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. He began to cry uncontrollably, and violent sobs wracked his body - he had hit a dead end. He heard the sound of crunching trash behind him, and for the first time he saw his pursuer clearly, outlined in the dim light of the alley. The man dropped his bottle. The sound of shattering glass was echoed in his soul, he knew he was lost. He fell back and scrambled to the back of the dirty alley. Trembling with fear he began to pray, for the beast before him could not be of this world.

The creature was a wolf, but not a wolf. It was nearly the size of a pony, and beneath its jet black fur its muscles moved in an unnatural manner as if its flesh were filled with snakes. It advanced on the man, slowly and deliberately. Its blood red eyes had cat slit pupils and seemed to glow with an inner light. As the the beast approached, the flickering lights of the alley revealed a strange swirling green pattern on its fur, so dark it was almost indistinguishable from the black around it.

The man knew that this was the end, and was sure the worst had come. He was wrong. To add to his fears, more of the strange wolf-like creatures began to enter the alley. The newcomers were smaller than the first one, though identical in their features insofar as Chaos could have a twin. His drunken litany of prayers ended, through all the fear and the death he knew was coming he was still to be surprised again. The lead beast let loose a deep, bone chilling howl and its pack began to shift and change. They seemed to melt into a pool of blood and shadows. The pool flowed into the lead beast, and was gone by the time the howl ended.

Resigned to his death, he prayed that it would be swift and merciful. Then he began to beg, "Please! Please! I don't want to die! Please God don't let it take me!"

The creature began to laugh, and not a laugh that could have come from a beast so large. It sounded like a man, and the laughter was mad, like a cliched villain who had just won a great battle, but with a deep hint of plain humor. The humor was unsettling to say the least. At that the beast lunged, laughing all the while. The man convulsed and began to foam at the mouth, he was unconscious almost immediately.

The great beast stood over him, even with its canine features, a smile was easily apparent on its face. The smile stayed intact as the beast began to undulate and realign itself. Its form shrank and shifted, bones cracked and reformed. In seconds there was a man standing in the alley, wearing a long black lab coat that went down to his ankles. A head mirror on his wide brimmed hat, reflected the dim light of the alley. Blood red eyes, seemingly unchanged, observed the unconscious form before him. A short burst of laughter escaped his lips. Pale skin, disheveled black hair, well trimmed goatee, fangs, black shirt and boots, black dress pants, and a pair of goggles completed his attire.

As if speaking to some unknown entity, for it was evident the lump of humanity before him couldn't hear, the man spoke, all hint of humor gone from his voice, "It is apparent at this juncture that Serum A299-4 has failed. A test of A299-5 should be scheduled immediately."

The strange man turned from the alley and seemed to be leaving. Then a scent caught his attention. He sniffed deeply, he knew the smell of blood intimately. He knew this blood was not from a human source, nor an animal of any kind. Almost like a catalog his memory opened up and began to decode the scent. Categorizing it in his mind, to be stowed away for later retrieval at any time.<( Vampire; Royalty; Young; Female; Recently Wounded; Vampire Assailant; Fear.)>

The man in the alley was a newcomer to this city, he had yet to acquaint himself with the local Vampire Lords. Though he owed allegiance to no Blood nor Clan, it was rude to hunt in other's territory without permission. If anything he was far from rude, and what had once been etiquette in his mortal life, had slowly become instinct in the centuries he had walked the earth. He knew it would be best to win the favor of the local rulers. And how better to do that than to protect a Royal Blood from an obvious assailant?

Oblivious of anything but the new task he had set for himself the man set a pace a cheetah would envy. He quickly found himself following a trail of blood not too many blocks from where he had been. Though the trail of blood soon ran out, the man had other ways of tracking at his disposal. He soon found himself at a small park. The distinct feeling of other Vampires in the air gave him but a moments pause. Perhaps one of the others close by were the young woman's assailant. A young woman was sitting on a bench, he knew instantly that she was the one he sought. The power of her Royal Blood made her shine like a beacon to his otherworldly sight. He approached her openly, through the center of the park. He was sure to make noise as he approached in case the woman was lost in thought, as he too often found himself.

He stopped some distance away and with a smile on his face he removed his hat, "Quite a resplendent evening to see a sublime countenance such as yours. But, what troubles one vibrant as you, and whose Blood is of Royal make, that you experience defilement of the Laws that have stood the ages? What has given you cause to fear in your own lands, Lady of the Night?"